One day a clamster at the bottom of the sea complained and complained to his mother because a grain of sharp sand entered his red, mushy body. "My son," the mother said with tears, "God does not give us, shellfish, a hand, so I can not help you."
The mother paused, momentarily, "It hurts, I know my son. But accept it as a natural destiny. Strengthen your heart. Do not be too lively again. Raise your spirits against the pain and the biting pain. Wrap the sand with the sap of your stomach. That's all you can do ", her mother said wistfully and gently.
Shell boys do his mother's advice. There is a result, but the pain is not an abyss. Sometimes in the midst of his pain, he doubted his mother's advice. With tears he persevered, for many years. But without realizing a pearl begins to form in the meat. The longer it gets smoother. The pain was diminishing. And the longer the pearls get bigger. The pain becomes more natural. Finally after so many years, a great pearl, full of shiny, and expensive preciously formed perfectly. Her suffering turns into a pearl, her tears turn out to be very valuable. He now, as a result of years of suffering, is worth more than a million other shellfish that only people eat as boiled shell at the curb.
